this rain stops
the asphalt blooms
from depths that disappear
with the wind’s breathing
but for now
hollow white eyes
gaze from nothing
a hollow mass of gray wool
6 thoughts on “rain on a workday afternoon (20170110)”
I enjoyed your monochromatic poetry. Grays and blacks are what have bombarded our winter here.
Thank you! ❤
Thank you. Even a parking lot can give you a gift.
I’ve written often in parking lots, while waiting. Enjoyed this
Thank you so much. Parking lots can offer an odd kind of peace and seclusion.
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